The door opened, and a blast of cold wind surged in.
Outside the courtyard, a strange car sped by and drove off into the distance.
It wasn't him returning.
The lights in the courtyard were diffused by the night fog, appearing hazy and emanating a touch of crisp coldness, leaving Mi Shen feeling exceptionally empty inside.
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The following day was Sunday.
Mi Shen locked her room door and came out, finding someone already seated upright in the dining room, having breakfast.
Li Fengchang was sitting against the light, with the golden sunshine spilling over him from behind, shining on the newspaper in his hands.
He held a cup of hot tea in one hand and lowered his eyes to read the newspaper, appearing so earnest that it seemed he hadn't noticed her approach.